While I stare at an empty page, waiting to start my last paper for the quarter, I am reminded that of all my procrastination tools, I haven't resorted to blog in a while. I have, however, submitted to the complete evil that is Groupon. I was doing all right, snubbing their bikini wax ads and managing to resist good spaghetti deals, but when they were selling adventures at the local microbrewery, my mouse refused to do the automatic delete action. It also didn't help that they hadn't noticed my lack of buying anything and offered me a coupon, which means that my upcoming microbrewery adventure cost about $3. The next thing you know, I'll run out to buy and SUV, move to the suburbs and have a fish named "Bubbles." Wait...
Speaking of Bubbles, I've (at some point in the past) read that fish are smarter than we give them credit for and that they can actually recognize their humans. I do know that he hangs out in whatever corner of the tank is closest to me when I'm home and is very excited for breakfast each morning. And I feel like I love this fact enough that I've probably talked about it at least ten times. It may actually turn out that my fish is smarter than I am; he hasn't repeated himself to me, as far as I know.
I have few silly stories about my fellow humans. I'm sure the stories are tucked away in my brain, since I'm usually thinking of one and snickering to myself in the corner, but none are coming up. I suspect it's because I'm dealing with end-of-quarter drama. There has been a movement to change the name of "The Vault" to "The Aquarium" due to a very high number of fish-y references: my apartment complex is actually called "The Dolphin Apartments" for some bizarre reason, I have a long-running nickname of "Fishy," I am convinced I was a sea otter in my past life (explaining my inability to walk on two feet confidently), and I share the space with my 11-year-old companion Bubbles. The argument was made that my wall decorations even look like sea weed...except for the butterflies.
Anyway, this is hodgepodge of random moments from my days in Denver. This quarter has been rough: since I was so sick for so long, I was basically four weeks behind all term. Next quarter will have me taking a lighter course-load (although day-job overtime will probably make up any spare time I thought I might have) and I'm sure I'll be making fun of various things as they come up. For instance, I will be taking carillon lessons, because it's loud, it's in the bell tower in the athlete's building at DU, and I LOVE the idea of making the lacrosse team being forced to listen to me practice while they run laps. I have an evil streak that has only gotten larger as I've advanced through my 30's. I suspect I'll be one of those bitchy old ladies by the time I'm 40. I feel I've earned it.
Alas, I thought I had inspiration for the start of my class paper, but I realized it was along the lines of "this book made my eyeballs bleed from too much information from 1976 and would taste best marinated in garlic and roasted at 375 for an hour." I suspect that won't be a strong start. One of my previous jobs counted on folks relying on information from the 1970's to sustain it. I am a fan of evolution and living in the now that is about 40 years later than the 1970's. I'm just saying. And on that note, I should probably try to be a student (rather than a grown-up) and start on my paper. I should have it done in an hour or so, once I get going.
An Erinku!
oh little laptop
your blinky light is red
I'll plug you in soon,
be happy
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